November 16th Poem by Rhonda Baker

The snow falls briskly on the barely frozen ground
And clings to the last leaves that have yet to fall down
Most trees are stripped bare to their core
The field’s lay empty… crops grow there no more
The snow is eager to blanket the earth
Keeping it safe till spring’s new birth
Houses stand F R O Z E N in time
People move slow and fall into l.i.n.e
The seasons just beginning, its going to get worse
What miracle can come and lift this curse?